Oldest Gay Science Fiction/Fantasy Sex Stories - Page 11

The lights in his dormitory room were off, the only light coming from the blue glow from the TV. He rarely got time to himself these days, and he valued that time highly. He got up and began to rummage under his bed for the tape he wanted. He pulled out the small shoe-box in which he kept his special tapes, the ones he didn't watch with his friends.
3.6 1609 words 7 mins

He did not know this area very well. He used his large hip knife to cut through the under brush as he moved. This was not difficult seeing as he had a pretty good build even for a 18 year old. He wiped the sweat from his deep green eyes and brushed back his medium length black hair.
3.8 582 words 3 mins

He could leave whenever he wished to, he simply had no desire to be anywhere else. He was not their slave or servant, there were countless servants, both droid and organic who performed various menial duties, cooking, cleaning, laundry, waste disposal, etc.
3.1 2176 words 10 mins

His little fist tried to rub some of the sleep out of his eyes as he hunched over the keyboard of his computer. "YOU'VE GOT MAIL" flashed as the machine boomed out loudly. Startled by the sudden noise in the quiet room, Ricky jumped to turn the volume down. 'Geeze', he thought, 'that was way too loud, hope mom didn't hear.
4.3 2529 words 11 mins

I should have known better I suppose but the sight and smell were so attractive. I was soon up the largest tree I could find and was soon tasting the first of my ill begotten trove. Suddenly I heard footsteps. I held my breath. Then I saw John, the Squires son,strolling along under the trees, with his dog. I remained quite still hoping he would not see me.
3.5 2400 words 11 mins

I sat there all alone as mom and dad were out on their anniversary. The rain was soothing to my lonely heart. I got there strangest feeling as though I was being watched. I just shook the thought out of my head. I walked up to my room and got a pair of clean boxers to put on when I got out of the shower. I got undressed and got in. I washed up and got out.
4.1 1951 words 9 mins

It was cold, damp, miserable and I was alone with no money and the prospect of the gas and power going off at any time. I had spent my last cash on a cheap bottle of wine. It really didn't make me feel any better, just less aware of what a mess I had got myself into. Jason, my boyfriend of two years had walked out and taken virtually everything we had.
3.3 2249 words 10 mins

He knew I was gay and didn't seem to mind. My father was a drunk, I had no brothers. We discussed my sexuality often; but he said it was caused by an anxiety of women, based on the relationship I'd had with my mother. That I'd bought into that misogynist myth that women are only interested in men as providers, and that I couldn't meet the responsibility.
4.4 1628 words 7 mins

I had perhaps the only surviving, and certainly the largest, collection of bodybuilding magazines and videos from the last half of the twentieth century and one of the only practitioners of the sport left, much to my sexual frustration.
3.3 2139 words 10 mins

I had a chill rush up my spine, I erred on the side of caution as one does in my profession. I was all to aware of the eyes fixated on me. Just on the edge of consciousness they wait and linger these invisible stalkers of all things flesh and bone. Thinking in my head what is this beast coiled up in the shadows. Friend, foe, or something else entirely.
3.6 1808 words 8 mins